16 Aug

This night is
a fuzzy, fleshy peach
which I aim to take a bite of
just knowing that
it won’t be long
before I am covered
in sticky, sweet juice
dripping from my fingers
running down my arms.

This night is
a sultry dream
a far-away jazz tune
brought by a wayward breeze
an offering laid at my feet
a promise I intend to keep.
This night
is ripe.


9 Responses to “August”

  1. peterolson17 September 1, 2013 at 1:07 pm #

    This one is my favorite! Amazing imagery, great feel!


  2. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) October 17, 2013 at 4:53 pm #

    Oh a night like a peach.. such a nice imagery now when we have October that stickiness is almost to wish for… cool rhythm in this


  3. brian miller October 17, 2013 at 6:14 pm #

    nice…the juices of this night running down my chin–a night like a peach…i dig it…smiles.


  4. Kathy B. October 17, 2013 at 7:40 pm #

    The first stanza has a very dripping/running rhythm that itself echoes the topic beautifully. Plus, the poem as a whole makes me much want a peach, no longer in season in Canada…


  5. pandamoniumcat October 18, 2013 at 2:08 am #

    Just feels lovely…


  6. hypercryptical October 18, 2013 at 8:18 am #

    Oh this is a luscious read!
    Anna :o]


  7. Gay Reiser Cannon October 18, 2013 at 6:43 pm #

    Cool, sensuous, evocative and delicious. Great piece.


  8. fredzep93 November 10, 2013 at 4:13 pm #

    There’s some fabulous sensory detail going on here, you’ve made some really good use of it! 🙂


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